you and me- fred weasley au

five.

Two weeks went by in no time, and soon enough, Fred and Matilda were moving into their new apartment. To say that it was a rough move was an understatement.

"Fred, you bloody idiot! Bedroom two is my room, now all of my boxes are in your room!" Matilda yelled from Fred's doorway.

"How was I supposed to know that?" Fred said with his hands in the air.

He had rounded the corner separating their bedrooms and settled in the doorway with his hands propped up above his head on each side. All she could do was stare at him blankly.

"Frederick. Gideon. Weasley. There is a fucking sign on the door." Fred let his arms drop to pull the door shut, leaving Matilda in the room and himself in the hallway.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess there is." He said offhandedly. Matilda huffed on the other side.

He opened the door back up to Matilda, nowhere to be seen.

"Matilda?" He stepped further into the room, only to feel Matilda latch onto his back, with her arms wound around his neck. She started lightly punching his chest.

"You wank stain!" She jumped off of his back. He was in hysterics at this point. "Oh I'm so glad you think this is funny! Yeah. Because you're going to fix it. And I'm going to sit on my beautiful purple couch and watch you do it, so have fun with that."

Fred continued to laugh. "Okay, Matilda, whatever you say."

She leaned back with her hands cradling her head as she looked at Fred. He had picked up a box and was moving towards the doorway. She thought about how she felt about him, and she thought about when would be a good time to tell him. I mean, they were moving in together for fuck's sake. When would be a good time to tell him? Would she ever tell him or would she just keep quiet until they were old and gray?

"Hey Matty, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He was leaning his back against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and one foot propped up on the doorframe. She drew in a breath and spilled the words from her mouth.

"I like you."

"Awe, I like you too." He said as he pushed himself away from the doorway and bent over to pick up another box.

"No, Fred. I mean I like you." She emphasized the word in hopes he'd understand and she wouldn't have to explain it to him. All he did was stand silently. She could see the gears turning in his head. "Say something. Please."

"Um, that's...interesting." Her shoulders sank at his words. "Don't look at me like that, what do you expect me to say? I just don't feel that way about you. I'm sorry, that's just the way it is." He said as he brought his hands up to his hair.

"C'mon Fred, you're really saying you don't like me like that? I know you, and I know that when there's something that you aren't telling me you start running your hands through your hair like Danny Zuko." He dropped his hands from his hair.

"Matilda, I love you," She drew in a breath. "But I'm not in love with you." She let go of the air in her chest, along with the pang of hurt she felt at his words.

It made no sense to her. He had always been so flirty with her and he had always acted as if he liked her but he had told her he didn't. How did that make any sense? Is that how best friends were supposed to act towards each other or had she just read the situation wrong? To stop the tears from brimming in her eyes, she blinked a couple times.

Fred walked towards Matilda and took her small hands in his. She pulled away immediately and cleared her throat.

"I'm gonna go get dinner from Dockside, do you want anything?" She said with her back to her best friend.

"Um...no, I'm good. Thanks."

Matilda all but bolted out the door. She wasn't getting dinner, she just needed to get out of the house. She grabbed her keys on the way out, hopped in her car, and started driving.

Fifteen minutes of driving later, Matilda found herself at a pub. She had four missed calls and thirteen text messages from Fred and even one from Molly, but she didn't check her phone. Instead, she made her way inside and ordered a drink, which was the first of many for her that night.

After her blood was drowning in alcohol, she had decided to check her phone. Fred had called fourteen times and texted thirty-seven at this point, but that's not what she noticed. The thing that she noticed was Fred's latest text message. Granted, it was blurry due to her being intoxicated, but if she squinted, she could make out the letters.

*stay where u r, im coming to get u.*

She giggled at his use of text slang, and then her eyes widened. She immediately pressed the call button on his contact and waited for him to pick up.

"Matilda? Where are you?"

"I'm a farrrr, far away from home, Gred, I mean, Forge."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Duh, you hit the hail right on the nead." She slurred and Fred stifled a laugh.

"You mean the nail right on the head?"

"Yeah, sure. I just said that." She sighed into the phone. "You're so confusing, you know?"

"Oh, how so?" Fred felt a little guilty for taking advantage of her drunken state to get answers, but she wouldn't remember it, so he thought it was okay.

"I mean, you whisper things like 'I love you'...wait that's not right," She deepened her voice and mocked his British drawl. "You say I love you, and goodnight and you call me pretty. And you give me nice lil' warm hugs and these itty bitty wittle baby kisses on my cheeks and forehead and just little cute shit like that and it makes me love you." She said, putting on a baby voice towards the end.

Fred sighed as he pulled into the bar closest to their new apartment. He knew he was in deep shit, but what he didn't know was how to get out of it.